[Verse 1: Cuddy Mac]

Give me that

What's real, I'm really that

If Meek Mill can bring pot

Then I guess that I'm bringing Biggie back

'Cause who gon' bring hip-hop to my city back

Most of y'all shitty

And the rest of y'all really whack

I mack but I really rap

'Cause racks won't bring me racks

Like ass won't bring me cash

And if she did I'd prolly pass

In fact I'm a lyricist

When I rap I build pyramids

Say hello to the payroll

We killin' 'em 'til they killin' 'em

Hustler of the millennium

Couldn't tell you how I feel

2012 shit's real I'ma kill 'em all every year

Fuck advice from my peers

I don't have too many friends

'Cause niggas get jealous when your bitch badder than his

And your whip faster than his

And that shit you actual spit is the shit you actually live

Do it all in my crib

And I could take advice

But actually I'ma chill

But just know that it's real

Whenever them niggas give it to me

[Verse 2: JL]

I'm with a crew of gentlemen

With us minus degenerates

Who must display ignorance

But they honestly innocent

They usually nonviolent but don't come at me with any shit

Know that if I gotta pull out my wallet I'm spendin' it

My cup stay full

I'm always try'na finish it

I ain't try'na pull

'Cause me and my baby killin' shit

These hoes won't give up it's so inconsiderate

Know that you here in the MO when you enter it

I'm really not for throwin' the dough, for the showmanship

I'm flauntin' top and stackin' it slow, I'm thinkin' own the shit

I been the coldest with proper owners stay hittin Mardi Gras with my homie Jonas and Pocahontas I'm on a floatin' ship

Dipped as a pimp

Smokin' the highest grade

If life is a bitch

I'ma fuck her today

Drink from the fountain of youth

And piss it on your parade

Watch when I pull the pin

I'm a fucking grenade

Real niggas do what they want

Suckas do what they can

My lady ain't from Japan

Like homie she low Asian

I run with the Asian mafia they know me as fam

I swear that the other day I was smokin' with Jackie Chan

Talked about how to profit and never be broke again

This philosophical talk is the realest conversation

If you handling business my nigga then lock me in

I'm wreckin' the Colosseum I'm goin' in for the win

[Hook: JL]

Live in the moment

We all die in the end

It's crowded at the bottom

We all try'na get in

They say our chances to make it are paper thin

But I never listen to them

I'm goin' in for the win

Really though

We're really low

And really close

Get plenty dough

Get to the top

And really pose

We're centerfolds

We finna do what we really pose

We center stage

Let's stand up high

We in this hoe

[Verse 3: Cuddy Mac]

I go in like I didn't have to knock

Couldn't find the key to life so I had to break the lock

And I'm not gon' stop

So I don't never look at clocks

And my watch don't tick move swift when it tock

And a bitch ain't got shit to do with my money

So shit'll prolly get ugly if she tell me that she love me

But I don't want no problems

Give me that yeah I got 'em

If I say it then I mean it

So it really ain't an option

[Verse 4: JL]

To be exact

I'm the nigga that reenact

Develop the swag from scratch

Give me that if I gotta snatch

Gettin' [?] the biggest star on the map

These heads gon' get addicted

I happen to be the crack

Oh you think outside the box

Introduce you to Cuddy Mac

We twisted them back to back

We're lifted you'll need a ladder

Got tunnel vision we livin' you suckers don't even matter

Untouchable comfortable with the flow

I'm here forever